The tranquil seafloor.
"...Little Junior Brother, are you done?"
"Almost."
"...Little Junior Brother, are you tired?"
"I'm fine. I don't need to rest for now."
"...Little Junior Brother, how much longer can you last?"
"About another half an hour, I think? We should head back a bit early, just in case something unexpected happens."
"Alright, we'll do as you say."
...
Beneath the Glazed Yellow Umbrella, the two women's soft, pleasant voices occasionally rang out.
The three of them had now arrived at a gently sloping area dozens of miles wide. As far as the eye could see, the ground beneath them was covered in fine, white sand that shimmered with a faint light.
Ling Changqing was patiently sifting through the sand, pulling out arm-length Seven-gilled Eels, whose smooth luster resembled jade, from deep within the sediment.
